(ding ding)

(ding ding) As I wake up to a low constant humming, music in my ears I find myself in an unusual environment. Jarred and tossed about I realise now where I am at. 27,000 feet above earth, approximatley 300 miles from home and 600 miles per hour I find myself on a new state of the art boeing 737 non-stop to denver. The ding was the removal of the seatbelt sign basically stating "you are free to move about the cabin". Much to my dismay I thought I was asleep for about 3 hours however it only turned out to be about 30 minutes. Dazed and confused I gather my thoughts only to realise I have my headphones blaring and the next phrase I hear is

I wonder how’s it going to be when it goes down. HOw’s it going to be when I’m not around. How’s it going to be when you find there is nothing between you and me, cause I don’t care. How’s it going to be?

I couldn’t help but wipe the sleep from my eyes and make sure I understood this correctly. My mind racing full of thoughts. How exactly is it going to be? How exactly will all of this pan out? Me, my life .. everything. Intresting. When I get back home how will things be. Will things be back to normal? I hope so. I can’t tell you how happy I am. I mean, obviously I’m saddened not having jo around but so many other aspects of life improved. So all in all it’s been a win win situation. Odd, but true .. I can’t explain it nor do I feel I need to justify myself. I think we’ve all had this feeling once in life before.

("sir, sir … sir sir") I think it took the flight attendant about 50 tries to get my attention. I didn’t even have headphones. Just lost in thought as I was staring straight at the ground. Not a though in the world. Then out of the blue, cold chills, sweating and some shaking … I was completly obvlious as to what I was doing. Staring out of a window approximatly 3 miles above the ground the fact that I am deathly afraid of heights came upon me. Almost as if I was falling out of the airplane and smacked right into the ground it hit me, that quickly. Jumped back, pretty alarmed the stewartest(sp?) laughed and I asked for my usual, "diet coke on the rocks please".

I sit at the edge of my seat, head against the next seat, staring down at my diet coke. Such a small object filled with awesome amounts of happiness. So I just sit. Sit and wonder. How will things pan out.

2 hours later …

(ding ding) The light now turns back on and it’s time for the final approach. 2 hours and still I’m empty. I’ve come up short for the 50th billion